Hogs on Ice

This weekend, Husband and I went to our first IceHogs (hockey) game. As they were warming up, I was noticing the angle from my head down to the ice, the fact that the protective plexiglass did not interrupt the path of that angle, and the fact that many of the pucks were going airborne as they all took their practice shots into the goal. I mentioned to Heath that I really did not want to get hit in the head with the puck, then we both blew it off as a very unlikely chance. However, not 10 minutes later, a puck slammed into the seat in front of me. My first hockey game led to my first souvenir. It was pretty great. There was a lot of fighting. Some of it right in front of us. Our team lost (the game and at least one of the fights), but it was still super fun. Thanks to our Digital Ninjas Media partner, Jim, for getting us the tickets. It was definitely something I could get into.

In other news, my attempt to raise ghost shrimp has once again failed. I returned home one evening to find she had dropped about half of her eggs. I quickly set up the other tank to put her in so I could try to save the rest of the eggs, but she never dropped them. Instead, two days later, she died. Perhaps raising ghost shrimp is not one of those things I'm good at.

Now its time for Ranting with Wanda.
Its Monday. I'm not a fan of Monday's. But I show up to work anyway. This particular morning I had a plan to stop at the gas station (I really need gas) and pick up a Pepsi (as receptionist is really bad about letting the guys know when we are low on pop - something she regularly gets in trouble for, yet still never does), but I got stuck in road construction on Route 2. (Been down route 2 lately? WOW, they've torn up the field and taken down trees south of Latham all the way to wear the road opens up to 4 lanes). By the time I get out of there, I realize that if I stop to get gas and a Pepsi I will be late, so I don't. I can always go on lunch, right? So I get to work at 8:28, a mere 2 minutes before I'm supposed to be there. I am, of course, the only one there. I know the receptionist is always late. Every day in fact, except for the once a month when she manages to get here 15 minutes early. No idea what is going on there, but I can't figure out how someone who only lives 7 minutes away can be late EVERY DAY. Today, she was exceptionally late. She had to stop at McDonald's for breakfast (which she does EVERY DAY, as well).
Its just frustrating to me that I can't bring myself to do that. I would have had a fairly viable reason for being late had I stopped, after all, I didn't know they were stopping traffic on Route 2 and I do need gas; I wouldn't have gotten into trouble. Yet, I couldn't. And every day, our receptionist is late, and she still stops at McDonald's. There's even a few times when she's only 5 minutes late and I know that if she wouldn't have stopped, she would have been here on time. (sigh)

Integrity, anyone?

This rant brought to you by the letters M and R and the number 3.